Price of Freedom

I have titled this post Price of Freedom because that is what Father has told me to use as the title. However, I would probably title it something differently if I were choosing the title out of my flesh. The words I have for this post are an update on what is going on in my life today. Things happening behind the scenes. The pictures…and the happenings in my life speak covertly about the price of freedom. Freedom is never free…there is always a price that comes with freedom. Someone has to pay a price. I know this intimately and experientially.

Head Spinning

My head is spinning this afternoon. I swear…I live in the Twilight Zone for real. My life is crazy.

Bobbi was telling me at lunch her sister was asking about our lives, Father, visions, etc. The craziness we experience is a simpler way to express it. She was telling me…I told her to ask Crystal sometime because I can’t explain what it is like. 😂 I look forward to that conversation with Malia. She is one of my favorite people.

I have so much to say in this post.

In my Fear Not post yesterday, I shared how in February I saw a vision of a vehicle behind me “pushing” me to go faster. They were on my tail end, and they were in a HURRY. They wanted me to speed it up. WOW…I am feeling that today. I have no clue what that looks like behind the scenes in the spirit realm, but I feel every ounce of being pushed to go faster.

Today has been crazy. For real. Let me share a little back story…then share about my day thus far.

House

I would say back in December, I started feeling like I needed a house of my own. I couldn’t shake the feeling of it. Father had me get on Pinterest and start a house board. I spent some time in December and January building this amazing house board on Pinterest. I love my house board…it is house beautiful. 🤩 I have many sections in it. Lots of ideas. It is a dream come true right there on Pinterest. Lots of pretty little pictures of my dream home. 🏡😍

Now…when you do something like that…it feeds the wantsies in you. Now you want that…and the more you look at that stuff…the more you WANT it. What you feed will grow, right? So, it gave me the wantsies for a house. MY OWN HOME. Crystal Ann Laura is SUPER TIRED OF BEING HOMELESS. Can I say that one more time? I am tired of being homeless. Would hate to be unclear about my feelings on this matter. I remind Him often…I need my house…ya know…the one YOU promised me. Gotta give Him a hard time because that is exactly what He has done to me. 🤷‍♀️

Ok…so I have been feeling the need to have my own home. Badly.

It has been a lengthy discussion between Hannah and I as well. She has been wanting to buy a home with me. I have been clear with her…I am fine with you living with me…but I am going to be owning the home myself because Crystal Ann Laura has earned it…and Father owes me a home.

Back in January, Hannah said something about me moving to D.C.

I have been chewing on that.

Renovations

Sometime at the end of January, I moved back in with Donovan and Vanessa. They had started renovations on their home prior to me coming back. We now have a beautiful new metal roof. Pretty dang spiffy looking if you ask me.

Also, we almost have a completed kitchen remodel. Donovan has been working each weekend on each new project. We have all new appliances, ceiling, updated cabinet colors, new cabinetry hardware, and new backsplash. We are waiting for the arrival of one type of paint for the final wall. It is going to have a textured appearance. Lastly, Donovan is building some kind of wood thing to hang the iron skillet collection from. Not sure what that will look like…but they know.

I have thoroughly enjoyed watching my son do the renovations. He is a hard worker. Super proud of his carpentry skills. He learned well over his teenage years. It thrills me to see him building something…and to see the finished product look so beautiful…makes it all better.

Watching this process…has been wonderful for me…but also difficult because I am LONGING for my own home. It is KILLING me to sit here homeless watching them remodeling.

Feeding the WANTSIES in me. Killer how He works. Not always a fan of His ways.

Moving

A few weeks ago, Vanessa said to me…you are talking differently. You are saying you are moving. I did a rewind of words I had been speaking…she was right. Something had changed within me. I had concluded, Father was going to give me a home…so I was indeed moving to my new home.

One piece of the puzzle to note…when I left Hannah’s house to return to Michigan…Father said to me very clearly…I will pick you up in Michigan.

Ok…didn’t really know what that meant…but I felt like I would be leaving to go to my new home from Michigan. I suspect Hannah will meet me at my new home somehow. I have no clue what He is doing. All based on puzzle pieces and feelings right now.

This whole time…I have felt like I needed to move to Washington D.C. Sounds crazy to me…but feels right to me. Everyone in my family KNOWS that is NOT Crystal Ann Laura’s idea. No way in my lifetime would I choose to live in that area. I am going to Tennessee at some point to live in my lifetime. The sooner the better in my opinion. 🤷‍♀️

This Morning

When I woke up this morning, I thought…I want to do a blog post. I started asking Father what He wanted me to do it on.

This thought popped into my mind…pictures of an old trip. Ok…sounds great to me.

During breakfast, I was feeling antsy. I need to go. To do. I need to be. That speeding-up feeling is powerful right now.

I then sit down at the computer. Father says to me…go to the To Post folder. Then to the WWII Memorial. Ok. As soon as I started looking at these photos, I felt Him.

I walked into the living room and told Vanessa…I think I need to head to D.C. She looked stunned. She asked…today?

My response was…no…not today…but soon. I NEED to get to D.C.

It is the exact same feeling I have always felt any time I NEEDED to get somewhere. NYC… every time. D.C. the last time. San Fran. Etc. Every trip…feels the same…I GOTTA GO!!!

Bobbi

After talking to Vanessa, I head back to the computer to type up the words. However, now…I am feeling a bit of anxiety about getting to D.C. He makes me a bit crazy in the head most of the time. I have no money. Only debt. No vehicle. No money to purchase a house and/or a vehicle…so how am I going to get to D.C…and where am I going to live???

I get down on the floor…nose in the carpet. As always…I say…Father help me. Holy Spirit take me by the hand and lead me to the truth. Jesus tell me the truth. Then I say…give me what I need for this post.

Immediately, I think…I need to FaceTime with Bobbi. We had said a few days ago…we need to FaceTime. My next thought was…I am not going to call her. I will let her call me. Mitchell’s work schedule is crazy, so I don’t like interrupting their time when he is off.

Kid you not…I stood up…and Siri started reading a text from Bobbi. Can you FaceTime? I miss you.

🤯😳😂🤷‍♀️ Such is my life.

The phone rings…it is Bobbi.

We have a lot of stuff to discuss. We need to talk about the truck…related to getting it to the new house. The new house closing update. Her sister is moving from Pennsylvania to live with them…much to discuss there. Then of course…lots of grandbaby talk.

Within minutes of the phone call, she says to me…Mitchell, Malia, and Bobbi decided to travel to D.C. for the Cherry Blossom Festival.

I am stunned speechless.

Clueless

Bobbi was clueless about the convo I had been having with Father and Vanessa. Guess the look on my face gave me away because now she was curious as to what was going on. I said to her…you have no clue what pictures I am currently staring at on this computer. I filled her in with the D.C. stuff.

This family is all in agreement…we live a crazy life. Indescribable to people. I try, but it feels pointless because it doesn’t do it justice.

It makes me think of a video I watched this morning. It was a skiing video. An EXTREME skiing video. I am subscribed to Red Bull. As a result, I get a lot of extreme videos coming across my news feed regularly. I love them. The one this morning was of the greatest drop of skiing…something like that. The guy didn’t drop off the mountain and do a straight run down…he truly skied it. You could hear his breathing as he was working back and forth. The helicopter video and the GoPro video neither did justice to truly depict the height, the descent, and the vertical slope of that mountain. The work…the leg burn. The rush! Craziness.

That is how I feel about my life. Nothing I say could truly do justice in helping anyone understand what my life is like.

Extreme

I live an extreme life in the spirit realm.

It makes me think of another video. One of my favs. It is Raimana…a legendary surfer. Man…the guy has skills. I have spent too much time watching and rewatching this guy. He fascinates me. The SKILLS. My favorite video of his is one where he is coaching a little girl at Kelly Slater’s Surf Ranch. It is like the guy controls the water instead of the water being in charge of him. He flies on top of it. How he can glide up behind the students, settle in beside them, and grab a hold of them…floors me.

I don’t want to merely walk on water in the spirit realm…I want to glide on the water like Raimana does. Crystal Ann Laura wants to control the water. To have power over the natural realm. I want to fly and glide with the water like Raimana. The dude is amazing.

Unknown

Right now…I feel like I am heading into the unknown. Think Frozen.

Understanding Father’s plan is beyond difficult. A daily struggle for me.

Is my trip to Washington a spiritual one? Is it merely a spiritual house? A Heavenly home?

What about the van life? Traveling? Is that the blog? Is it spiritual traveling?

Both…in the spirit realm and the natural realm? A home here and there along with traveling in both places?

I don’t know. I think both…but He keeps me guessing. It is the unknown.

I feel like I am waiting on Father, Son, and Spirit to come and get me. Pick me up and take me home. To my home. My Promised Land…my promised home. Although it causes me a bit of anxiety…I am ready to go. My life is going to change dramatically. I KNOW I was created for such a time as this…it is what I have spent the last 30-plus years training for. I have paid a high price for my freedom…and the freedom for mankind. Ready to reap what I have sown…multiplied by infinity. I earned it.

There ya go…now ya know. This is my day and a continuation of the crazy extreme life I live spiritually speaking.

Anxious to see what transpires about D.C. Am I going to make the Cherry Blossom Festival this year? Pretty sure I hit the last day of it last year since it seemed like food truck capital of the world. Missed the blossoms. Maybe I will make it this year. Bobbi and I are now anxious to see what happens…cuz the feeling to get to D.C. has only gotten stronger.

To be continued…